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Teach me more
Every thought you had
So that
I can be Strong whatever the situation
I can Smile whatever pain trying to put me down
Don't know the reason for feeling weak
Something creeping in my mind
Yesterday became past
Now I am in present
Give me the healing wand
Or bless me with mighty heart
My journey is in your hands
My heart is at your foot
Almighty !! I am
Kneeling and praying for better deed
And for healthy mind
Since mental strength is the true power
#mind power is the true power
I once had a garden tall and green
which I kept alive effortlessly
but one day I got carried away
with the beauty and the water.

I was reminded of you,
your stature, your hands,
your bright and shining eyes,
in the height and the gripping leaves
and the jaded sunlit color.

I poured what I thought was
life-giving sustenance
but was really disguised poison.
(Your) Leaves shriveled,
drowning in the solution
they thought they trusted and loved.

Funny how too much life
can wither your roots forever.
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So it is

WHAT ?

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You ain't got no life
Til you decide to live

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WE BEEN BUSY

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The stories bein told !

The lies !

They have a purpose
They are not mistakes

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( decide to live )

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It's alright

I am
Here

&

I am so beautiful
a poetic collaboration
with Elizabeth Squires,
(thank you for the privilege)*


high in the infinite skies,
above the clouds.
where no, naked eye can see 
particles in the ozone layer,
bounce around.
in a manner, most carefree. 
these minute, wee, little things,
e'er bobbing and moving,
so happily. 

we on the ground,
would delight,
in their existence of joy.
but we're tied to the prosaic, daily grind working,
in our nine to five,
coalface coal mines.

with axe and pick,
we chip and hack away...
whilst our minds delight,
in front-lobal play.
of waxed wing-ed flight,
of acrobatic, aerobatic display.

whilst working,
in the cramped and dubious
spaces we inhabit....
we dream, of spaces, blue, boundless and arcing-wide, forgeting, forgoing, forgiving the mindless, daily grind...
we leap,
with fragile hope,
into fledgling flight....
up to the ozone,
up toward the light...

there, in the freedom,
of this spacious playground,
we're at no command,
of employer's tools,
of work.

on our faces, we'll wear 
those  effervescent, unfettered smirks
hopping in rambunctious 
fun 
in the ozone's air,
upon the weary brow of labor release, is found.

in it's mirthful atmosphere,
which eliminates, our obligations, to our bosses.
we then farewell,
with liberating tosses.

and so we soar
in insouciant grace, unfettered,reckless,feckless 
freedom, sliced and pared, away across our wings
and faces,
joy ungaurded,
is this moment's prey
unbidden, unbound.

no longer hearing,
the sound of the grinding axe.... at play
we soar eagle high...
we soar to the sun's eye
but we are not made
for such undulterated bliss our wings of feather
and wax....
become, around us mist  
and to the ground
we do spiral....

into our adult occupations,
where there is little time.
for us to be engrossed,
in exuberant glee.
we're shackled 
and yoked to,
our heavy work day shrouds.
but our dreams of play,
with those ozone particles,
seem too impractical.

happy little vegemites
we'd be,
if our days were free.

take heart, our days off,
are nigh and on the lounge
we'll sigh, 
a well earned sigh.
Untitled, unseen, unspoken words,
Untouchable, unlovable, and unrecognizable
By you.
my thoughts inside the dark was always you.
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